you're the only one who can get me on my feet

[unsanguine]

WHO: Hal and Riley! (2.0)
WHAT: Fishing, hilarious bouts of self-control
WHERE: House 7 and presumably the ocean
WHEN: Day 89!
NOTES: I should stop putting Hal in awkward situations, but I won't.



Hal has never had this much time to himself.

In some ways this has its charms; no one is prodding him to get a job, to go outside and interact with what some other vampire, in some other universe, had once called Happy Meals on Legs (Hal would get the sentiment, if not the reference). He doesn't have his routines here, but he can establish new ones. He accepts resignation better than most.

So left to his own devices he probably would just brood in his Man Attic forever, actually, and that might be fine, even if one imagines it might get a little weird for Shiala eventually, living with someone who never emerges from his own room.

On this day he has just finished doing approximately a fuckbillion pressups, and is now puttering around the living room because ...it needed dusting, and that did require leaving the attic. He is imminently botherable, so this is probably about when a dedicated person would pounce on him.

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[undomesticated]

Such dedicated person had made it her sworn duty to drag said broody vampire out of said man attic whenever possible, therefore it shouldn't be a surprise to him to hear the telltale knock of hers on his door. The voice would give her away if the knock hadn't. "Hal~. I know you're in there and I know you can hear me. Come open the door, oh broody one."

Riley liked teasing him a little, amused at both the way he got so easily flustered and the way he'd look up at her as though he wasn't quite sure what she meant. It was cute and endearing and she felt like being around cute and endearing today.